Date: Thu, 31 Jul 2008 16:03:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Story Teller <story.teller99@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Boy Cody, Chapter 8

For the record, this all came out of my head. If the exploration of
sexuality is offensive to you please do not read on.  Please do not use
this work as an excuse for illegal activities.  I hope that you enjoy it
and will look forward to the development of the story and the introduction
of new characters I have in mind.  I had a LOT of comments about the last
chapter, some gentlemen were less than impressed with the seeming turn of
events.  I had planned on sitting on this chapter a little, as I wanted to
flesh it out some more, but I couldn't bring myself to leave the readers
hanging, as many seemed to feel I had.  I welcome questions and comments
and appreciate all those who have written - good, bad and ugly.

Thanks again for reading.  I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Story.Teller99@yahoo.com


My Boy Cody, Chapter 8: Looks Can Be Deceiving


I watched from the edge of the clearing as Smits reamed his third load deep
into Cody's gaping boy hole.  My son was naked, laid over a barrel we had
put here just for that purpose.  Mitchell was flopped on the opposite side
of the clearing from me watching with burning, lust filled eyes glued to
the sloppy gash in the boy's perfect globes of smooth ass flesh.  Rimes
lazed nearby smoking a cigarette, his cock still shining with Cody's
saliva.

Cody's face was smeared with tears and dirt, jizz frothing from his used
hole drying across his perfect ass, drool stringing from his full thick
lips.  His bright violet eyes framed sexily by the deep black hair hanging
around his face.  He looked up at me, his eyes totally lost.  It almost
broke my heart.

Smits pulled his dick out of my son's wrecked pussy and slapped him on the
ass.

"Good ride, boy" he said jovially climbing to his feet.  Sweat poured down
his face from under the scraggly wig he was wearing, the rags of his
bum-clothes thrown off on the ground around him.  He turned his David
Letterman grin on me, "You raised a great fuck-toy, Tony" he exclaimed.

I sauntered over and crouched behind Cody, dipping my fingers into his
open, red and raw fuck hole.  He groan as I dig three fingers into his
sperm bank and the stepped around to his face, crouching once again.

Cody rolled back on the barrel onto his knees and looked at me with his
streaming, liquid eyes.  I lifted my fingers to his mouth and he sucked
them deeply into his throat, swirling his tongue around each of my thick
digits.  The tears still streamed down his face.

"Why are you crying, baby boy?" I asked him softly, running my fingers
through his dark hair.  He took a deep, watery breath.

"You had to pay them.  They're bums, dad and you had to give them money to
get them to fuck me!" he gasped, fresh tears running down his face.  I
grinned at him.

"No, Sport, I didn't."

"I saw you!"  He gasped, wiping his running nose on the back of his dirt,
smeared, jizz slimed hand.

"Cody," I said "I know these men.  They are Marines that Chet and I work
with.  We set this place up and they dressed as they are to test you.  I
needed to know you would do anything for me, no matter what because you
wanted to.  And you did.  I'm very proud of you, baby boy.  You're daddy's
little cum whore and I love you."

"Dad, I... I would do anything for you.  You know that."  His love for me,
his utter impotent devotion to me were evident in his eyes.  My cock was
suddenly hard as steel.

I pulled him over the barrel and into my lap, kissing the tears flowing
from his eyes.  He limply came to me, then clutched my neck in a death
grip, crying into my shoulder as I laid him down on the ground, his legs
automatically wrapping themselves around my waste.  I pulled my jogging
shorts and jock underneath my nuts, my big cock snapping out, the head
popping right into Cody's gorgeously stretched sphincter.

I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and burying my
shaft to the balls in his wide open cunt in one shove.  He whimpered into
my shoulder, licking at my sweat as I thrust into him violently.  I could
feel the used hole trying to clench on my cock, the creamy churned up cum
oozing out of him and dribbling down my bull nuts.  I covered his mouth
with my own, tasting his tears and the dirt on his face as I prepared to
drop my own load into Cody's gaping slut chute.  My nuts pulled up tight to
my shaft and started to unload into my boy, my mouth still covering his in
a spit-soaked lip lock.

I laid on top of him, panting, the slime of my friend's loads gluing me to
my son's perfect ass, my fingers lazily tracing the serpent I had tattooed
on his hip, tweaking his distended and raw nipples.

"That was beautiful, Tony," chuckled Rimes, lighting another cigarette.
His shaved head was gleaming in the lowering light.  "Think we can get
outta here `fore we get eaten by the mosquitoes ?"

I picked myself up off of Cody and pushed my deflating cock into his mouth.
"Clean daddy up, baby so we can go home."

Cody slurped my cock into his throat and sucked all the spent cum out of my
pubes and off my cock.  We wrapped him in a blanket as the guys got dressed
and I dropped my cock back into the confines of my jock.  I carried Cody
back to the jeep and propped him into the passenger seat.  He curled into
my right armpit as we headed back to our house.